A New Christmas Break Thinking
We are so beautiful when we sleep
Hearts of gold and eyes so deep, deep, deep
But love won't cure the chaos
And hope won't hide the loss
And peace is not the heroine that shouts above the cause
And love is wild for reasons
And hope though short in sight
Might be the only thing that wakes you by surprise
Surprise, surprise
So I enjoy these lyrics. They're from a Jars of Clay song, titled "Surprise."
The first time I listened to the song I loved it, very laid back and poetic sounding. After reading the lyrics, suddenly I was wary of the song. I mean, the first line is "Shoot a dream in your arm and sleep away." Other parts also reference this heroine analogy. Eek. I decided not to think about the song.
I like it now, because I actually read it trying to figure out what they're talking about. I seriously doubt it's a heroine song. I really truly love the first two lines of this paragraph. It's so true. Want to catch someone looking most innocent, most real? Take a picture when they're sleeping. No, I don't mean in a van when their head is against the window, mouth gaping open and drool running down their face. I mean like sleeping, comfortably, safely, deeply. For a few hours all of the stresses, all of the problems, all of their cares are put aside. They are safe from the world, for those few moments. It's beautiful in some of the deepest meanings of the word.
The next lines I used to not like, because they seemed... like lies. Like totally against what I thought was true. Love doesn't fix things? Hope doesn't cure worries? And then there's that heroine thing again, this time compared to peace!
I see now how true these statements are. Love isn't neat and clean cut, it shouldn't (and doesn't) conform to logic. Love in it's purest form ignores such human characteristics as race, gender, situations, whose side the person is on, all that jazz. Love is wild and love just loves.
Hope doesn't hide the losses in your life. It isn't morphine, masking the pain. It's short in sight, it's not always apparent. If your hope is grounded in something other than God, then you always have that chance of it being absent when you need it most. Instead of masking the pain, it gives you reason to go through the pain. It doesn't make things feel better, just gives you a way to go through the hard things and come out alive and intact. It's the goal you can shoot for, it keeps you going.
Peace... well I'm not sure what he's saying about peace. I assume it's a lot like the previous two. Going from what I've learned and seen, peace rarely makes sense. It takes away the notion of an enemy. To have true peace, you no longer have that outside force to struggle against. I think that's what makes peace such a hard concept to grasp. Don't know. Any ideas on this?
Hearts of gold and eyes so deep, deep, deep
But love won't cure the chaos
And hope won't hide the loss
And peace is not the heroine that shouts above the cause
And love is wild for reasons
And hope though short in sight
Might be the only thing that wakes you by surprise
Surprise, surprise
So I enjoy these lyrics. They're from a Jars of Clay song, titled "Surprise."
The first time I listened to the song I loved it, very laid back and poetic sounding. After reading the lyrics, suddenly I was wary of the song. I mean, the first line is "Shoot a dream in your arm and sleep away." Other parts also reference this heroine analogy. Eek. I decided not to think about the song.
I like it now, because I actually read it trying to figure out what they're talking about. I seriously doubt it's a heroine song. I really truly love the first two lines of this paragraph. It's so true. Want to catch someone looking most innocent, most real? Take a picture when they're sleeping. No, I don't mean in a van when their head is against the window, mouth gaping open and drool running down their face. I mean like sleeping, comfortably, safely, deeply. For a few hours all of the stresses, all of the problems, all of their cares are put aside. They are safe from the world, for those few moments. It's beautiful in some of the deepest meanings of the word.
The next lines I used to not like, because they seemed... like lies. Like totally against what I thought was true. Love doesn't fix things? Hope doesn't cure worries? And then there's that heroine thing again, this time compared to peace!
I see now how true these statements are. Love isn't neat and clean cut, it shouldn't (and doesn't) conform to logic. Love in it's purest form ignores such human characteristics as race, gender, situations, whose side the person is on, all that jazz. Love is wild and love just loves.
Hope doesn't hide the losses in your life. It isn't morphine, masking the pain. It's short in sight, it's not always apparent. If your hope is grounded in something other than God, then you always have that chance of it being absent when you need it most. Instead of masking the pain, it gives you reason to go through the pain. It doesn't make things feel better, just gives you a way to go through the hard things and come out alive and intact. It's the goal you can shoot for, it keeps you going.
Peace... well I'm not sure what he's saying about peace. I assume it's a lot like the previous two. Going from what I've learned and seen, peace rarely makes sense. It takes away the notion of an enemy. To have true peace, you no longer have that outside force to struggle against. I think that's what makes peace such a hard concept to grasp. Don't know. Any ideas on this?